Time and Pain
Time doesn't heal any wounds at all,
Instead it puts a thin veil over to hide it before you fall
But you will
And you'll cry still.
You'll bleed your heart out,
You'll want to shout
and scream
and plead
For that person back into your life
Because without them everything is strife.
You'll always have this human-sized hole in your heart,
And you'll try to start
Again like a broken car,
Or a burned out star,
Now they're just a dream
Or at least that's what it seems.
Don't turn to the knife
Or blade for it will only create more strife.
Instead turn to people you trust
For that's a must.
Breathe in and out and in some more.
Shut that fucking terrible door
That hides your happiness and soul
Make yourself whole
For no one else will.
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